The kaleidoughscope of writs
My pensieve of sorts
2019-03-20
Remembering the internet
It never ends; the endless chatter is there and is not altogether unpleasant.
In a convoluted way, I end my sentences with a - hey!
Time for sleep; sleep is not for the weak
It is for the nonfaint of heart
My insides are cold
and dark
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